Call out for me
But dont speak to loud
Come look for me
But dont stay around
See me when its darker
Are you sick
No YOU'RE A STALKER
YOU SCARY LUNATIC!!!!!!

Y.O.W.E.

Can you feel me, growing inside
I can see your fears, I swallow your pride
Escape isnt an option, nor is death
I keep you on the path, till your last breath
I'm your worst enemy, and your blind to the fact
I'm winning this battle, and you lack the tact
The tact to fight back, and now you see
That i'm you, Your Own Worst Enemy..........

Prison of Mind

In a prison
not of steel nor brick.
In a World
too cruel and sick.

In my bed
I lie alone.
In a house
with no one home.

In the dark
with no lights lit.
In this chair
alone I sit.

No birds sing
where I reside.
In the dark
where I hide.

A breath of life
is all I need.
But all my prayers
no one heeds.

My true love
is out of reach.
Like a vicar
that cannot preach.

One day perhaps
I shall be free.
But how and when
I cannot see.

So in this prison
I must be.
Until my love
can set me free.

Quicksand

my heart is sinking
full of despair
the dream is lost
the hope is gone

slowly
im sinking into the quicksand
my heart is sinking
eaten up whole
still beating
sinking

in the quicksand
i sit there still
sinking
thinking
how i let the dream get away
how my wish wasn't fulfilled

if only i acted faster
i wouldnt have been here
if only i acted faster
the dream would become real
if only i acted faster
my heart wouldn't be sinking now

slowly
im sinking into the quicksand
my heart is sinking
eaten up whole
still beating
sinking

thinking
hoping
still dreaming
and loving.

Train Station

the ticket is bought
as sweat and tears slide down my face
torn from both arms as each side pulls me
which to choose?
which to disappoint?

"ALL ABOARD!"
they shout as the herd of passengers make their way to the train
pushing
shoving
me along
I try to fight
but there is no point
I have to make up my mind before the crowd does it for me

which to choose?
which to disappoint?

this decision is final
no regrets no remorse
no feeling of sorrow if didnt make the right choice
leaving with the train
to a new future
but leaving pieces of me behind

which to choose?
which to disappoint?

This first one doesn't really have a name...it was mainly just abstract thoughts that I managed to make rhyme. ------------------------
Sometimes the world gets too much
Makes me want to run and hide
Or maybe fall and die
Or just sit down and cry

But the problem is I'm stubborn
Soldier on and don't complain
March on through wind and rain
In the end it's all the same
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This next one was going to be a poem when I started, made out of the leftover ideas from the previous poem.
And before you worry, no, I'm not feeling suicidal. But the poem is sort of a glance back at the times when I have felt that way.

Promises

Too many promises made
Long forgotten by those that hold them
But whether they remember or not
If I break my word, I've failed them

Sure, if I break it they'll never know
It's not like we've kept in touch
They'll go on with their lives, wherever they are
Unaware that for me life's too much

But again there's the promises
Made time and again
A promise holds power
When made to a friend

So I guess I'll keep living
One day at a time
And vent all my sorrow
In snippets of rhyme

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Thought I'd have a try at a more lyrical style. It turned out pretty well I think.

Thought I'd have a try at a more lyrical style. It turned out pretty well I think.
Now if I can just learn to give these things names...oh well, enjoy
 I sit here alone
Walls all around me
Brain too busy to sleep
Words flicker by
I write a few down
Pondering which ones to keep

Poetry doesn't come easy to me
Just a single verse can take an age
But at times like these
When the darkness crowds in
The words in my head fill the page

A half recalled quote
The other half fake
It suits the purpose well
A few more lines
Just enough for a hint
So when someone reads they can tell

Poetry doesn't come easy to me
But stories, of those I'm a master
Try to make the words rhyme
Get a rhythm in place
And perhaps then a poem will come faster...

To make them all see
That's all I want
Show them what's inside my head
Wish all they want
Even push it on me
But the last thing I'll ever be's dead